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• AOT LEVI LOOK OVER THE SHOULDER POSE SERIES

“Well, I’d like to know how the hell you know Mikasa. Like whatever was in them before is just…drained out. Just like when he’d offered you a ride back then. “Are you going to ask a bunch of stupid questions then?” You snort. “Are you going to shoot me if I ask you something stupid?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” He eyes the gun beside you. “We need to talk,” You say, spoon clinking as you set it down in your bowl. He shivers, suddenly glad that she’s far away in Rose City. No doubt it was his mother who’d sat there last. He tries to recall the last time there was another person in his house. It’s strange to sit here with someone else. The table is too small to avoid one another completely, knees knocking together beneath. He’s too tired to fight the urge to dig in.Īt the least, when you’re both eating there’s no way for you to speak. Along with the pistol, sitting next to your spoon like it’s just another utensil. You have a bowl of oatmeal in front of you as well. You sit down at the cramped kitchen table, across from him. When did he last eat? It has to be yesterday but he doesn’t remember. Eat.” You set a bowl down in front of him.Ī small part of him wants to refuse it on principle, but his stomach is empty and grumbling. Somehow he thinks that shooting people to solve your problems is probably harder, but who’s he to say. He wonders if that’d be a hard habit to break for you. The blinds were shut in your apartment too. The light on the far side of the room is distracting-grey and slanting through the blinds you’d pulled shut this morning. He wonders if it’s just to give the illusion that you didn’t dig through his apartment the night before while he slept. In fact, you barely say anything at all, aside from asking where things are in the kitchen. You don’t pester him aside from telling him to take more cold medicine. It’s not the sort of thing that his mother would have made him, which comes as a relief. You put some spices in it, cinnamon, he thinks. Hands that are stirring a pot of oatmeal for him now. But not that look though-like putting a bullet between his eyes was just another nuisance in your daily life.

Knives, sure, hell, he’s seen guns pointed at other people before. Like it’s an everyday experience for you. He knows that if he says something stupid then you will. It’s next to you on the kitchen counter, just within arm’s reach. Then again, most people probably hadn’t woken up with a gun pointed at their head. Most people probably have opinions on that kinda thing: raisins in their oatmeal, what side of the bed they sleep on, if they like rainy days or sunny ones. Actually, you’re asking if he even likes raisins at all. You’re asking him if he wants raisins in the oatmeal. Maybe it’s the oatmeal that you’re stirring on the stove-that’s it-he manages to actually tune into your words for a moment. Levi sits at the kitchen table, eyes staring blankly forward, his brain frantically trying to catch up with the events of the morning.

AOT LEVI LOOK OVER THE SHOULDER POSE SERIES

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